Friends and fellow writers are doing it. They're accepting offers of representation, working with agents, selling their books and seeing their titles in print, held in hand. It's an awesome thing to see, to be an infinitesimal part of.
With each friend's success, I feel that much closer to my own. And yet I also feel further and further away.
Do I have what it takes, I ask? Maybe I don't write well enough, maybe my words aren't going to grab the attention of who matters most, maybe I don't represent myself in the best way possible, maybe...
Often times I see a writer who's a step - or several - ahead and I think, why isn't that me? What am I doing wrong? I think, they're doing something I'm not. And I may fall into a pity pit for a bit, feeling morose and doubtful and envious.
But then I'm reminded: I'm me. I am on my own path. Not wrong, different.
I have to step back, look at what's best for me without comparing my steps to others', and let my path unfold before me.
As I keep this in mind, I will step sure-footed, with confidence and faith.
In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9